From insane journal, scans_daily.
Deadpool being Deadpool, aka epic.
“Okay, yeah. I admit it. That was *@#$%in awesome.”
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Boom.
Can everyone just reblog this once?
apply cold water to the burn area
^
(Santorum, don’t claim to be a Christian if you don’t think everyone is equal. This stuff irritates me SO MUCH, because I do my best to treat everyone the same and yet STILL people assume I’m a dick)
… Pwned.
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dreamerinsilico asked: Good luck with the mood! :)
Just had a project I haven’t been able to work on for about two years… and I think I can finally get back to it.
And suddenly…
The mood is upon me. I can feel the dark expanse, and the dazzling lights of a thousand worlds drifting inside my mind. My mind’s eye is keen, eager to display in full view the scenes of the story I wish to tell.
Tonight is a good night, my friends. For tonight… we write.
I NOM YOUR FAEC.
(Source: valleygirlintellegencia, via ein-steinsdreams)
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“Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?”
In which Tony Stark moves through life taking two steps forward, one step back.
Please watch in HD and fullscreen if possible! Rambling and thanks here. :)
HEY GUYS
DO YOU HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT TONY
THEN BUCKLE UP
SHIT’S ABOUT TO GET REAL
The editing on this is really amazing.
wow thanks for the sequence of people walking away from Tony Stark
Wow. Just… wow.
(Source: youtube.com)
I want to larp if it means I get to wear costumes like that. <_<
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Then there was the indian, who, whenever anxious, always stroked his brow. The Indian was supposedly married to the most beautiful squaw in the world yet nobody had seen her. To verify this, Odious disguised himself as a leper but when he saw her reflection, he was smitten. Locking the doors to his wigwam, the Indian stood guard. Little did he know, he was guarding an empty home for his wife had already been kidnapped by the evil Governor Odious. But the squaw refused to show herself to him. So, Odious had her thrown into the Labyrinth of Despair. Eventually she realized there was only one way out. While mourning his wife’s death the Indian took a blood oath never to look at another squaw and that he would be responsible for Governor Odious’s death.
I loved this. The storyteller was talking about a Native American when he meant Indian, but the little girl listening to him could only visualize the Punjabi man her family picked fruit with. ”Indian” to her meant something else than it did to the stuntman. It was beautiful to see the writers so perfectly capture the mind of a child.
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